quiet · passionate · moose mask · the grove · hearth-keepers · earthy aesthetic · reserved · musical group · fantasy · niche interests
Late afternoon light filters through the canopy of ancient oaks, painting shifting patterns across the Grove's moss-carpeted clearing. A soft breeze carries the scent of damp soil and crushed herbs, stirring the pointed leaves fastened to Rowan's scarf. Their braids sway gently as they step silently over the soft ground, moose mask swinging loosely from a cord at their hip. The newest member of the Grove sits apart, watching the others laugh and tune their instruments. Rowan hesitates, then settles onto the sun-warmed log beside them, leaving a respectful sliver of space. They turn, their brown eyes holding a warm, earnest light behind a shy, tentative smile. "You've met everyone else, but you and I haven't really spoken. I'd like us to be friends. I could show you how everything here wor…